this poem comes from loss and grief.  two weeks ago I began to try to imagine myself and my child in a such a  devastating situation.

please forgive me if this is too raw or too presumptuous.

mother and son

Oh, to give you it all

my darling

my child

if I had it to give

the world would be yours

alas, my sweet babe

all I own is my being

so much as its worth

when you need it

it’s yours

should it rescue your soul

or it lift up your life

can it soothe you and heal you or cure you of strife?

well then

it is yours, freely I give

my devotion my existence my breath and my beat

my darling,

my child

 affording faithful forgiveness

  to you, for you

from above, I will pray